Time Travel: The First Female Imperial Teacher of the Qin Dynasty

Under normal circumstances, women would not go to the battlefield, but Ying Yuanman's special identity made her an exception.

Every time she swung her sword, a rain of blood would fall from the sky.

Her eyes revealed coldness and determination.

The blood dyed Ying Yuanman's armor red, but her eyes were as cold as ever, and she was not moved at all.

"Kill!" Ying Yuanman shouted.

She swung her sword and split an enemy in half!

It was such a cruel scene that even Lin Anlan, who was far away, looked sideways.

"The Princess is so majestic!"

Ying Yuanman remained expressionless and continued to kill the enemies.

Behind her, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty followed closely, their eyes full of admiration and fanaticism.

On the city wall, Ashoka looked at the scene on the battlefield with a deathly pale face.

He couldn't understand why the Qin Dynasty had so many generals.

Any one of them can definitely stand on their own and is an incredible master.

Its soldiers are also extraordinary. If they were placed in the Magpie Kingdom, they would definitely be positions above centurion.

Ashoka sighed softly, "Alas, the Magpie Dynasty is really coming to an end."

If he were given another chance, he would definitely choose not to provoke Daqin.

On countless nights, he held the files in his hands, wondering what courage Qin Shihuang had to unify the country.

It was not until then that I realized how wrong I was.

He knew they lost.

A complete loss.

The strength of the Qin Dynasty was far beyond their imagination.

"My Magpie Kingdom is over..." Ashoka muttered to himself.

There was despair in his eyes.

"Even if I die, Buddhism will certainly not be better off."

Ashoka was still pondering on how to completely destroy Buddhism.

He had such a deep hatred for Buddhism that he wanted her to die with him.

As for whether the Qin Dynasty would prosper in the future, it had nothing to do with him.

……

The old monk's expression was also extremely ugly.

There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes.

"Great Elder, what should we do now?"

The old monk took a deep breath.

"Use the lives of believers to consume their military strength!"

The Great Elder said in a cold voice.

In his heart, he didn't care whether the people in the city lived or died; the only thing he was worried about was his own safety.

As he was speaking, the old monk inadvertently saw King Ashoka who was about to walk out of the city gate.

His expression immediately changed, "Damn, what on earth does this guy want to do?"

If Ashoka surrendered, Buddhism would probably be finished.

According to their idea, the goal is to weaken the power of the Qin Dynasty as much as possible.

Only in this way will there be an opportunity to spread the faith on a large scale in the Central Plains in the future.

If the Qin Dynasty was in its heyday, it would be extremely difficult for Buddhism to develop.

A moment later, the city gate opened wide.

Countless figures emerged from inside, all of them unarmed and with confused looks on their faces.

Some people wore robes, while others wore only cloth clothes.

Seeing these people coming out, the old monk's eyes lit up: "Buddhist believers, do not be afraid of death, the Buddha is with you!"

"This is the path to reincarnation. Death will bring complete relief."

"This is the enemy of my Buddhist sect. Raise your weapons and protect the Pure Land!"

A hysterical voice sounded, and there was madness deep in the old monk's eyes.

That’s right, this is his purpose, to let the believers consume the power of the Qin army.

Under the order, nearly five million believers walked out of the city to the battlefield, determined to use their flesh and blood to block the Qin's attack.

Ashoka's face changed immediately when he was about to meet Qin Shihuang in person.

"Your Majesty, they want to use the civilians in the city to deplete the Qin army's strength."

The captain raised his head suddenly, his pupils were bloodshot, his fists were clenched tightly, and his nails were digging into his flesh without him realizing it.

It sounds slow, but in fact it all happened in a flash.

At this time, five million civilians walked to the battlefield from different city gates.

"kill!"

War drums beat.

For the Qin soldiers, being unarmed does not matter. In war, there is only victory and death.

The battlefield was littered with corpses.

The blood gathered into a river and flowed on the ground.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood.

This battle lasted for three full hours.

There was heavy rain with thunder and lightning.

The ground was covered with blood and body parts, and even ordinary people were drawn into this brutal battle.

Ashoka stood on the city wall, rain rolling down his forehead and into his eyes.

He saw with his own eyes that the Qin soldiers, armed with swords, ruthlessly cut down his people one by one like cutting leeks.

Those innocent civilians were dragged into this war before they even knew what was happening.

"No!"

Ashoka stood on the city wall, his eyes were filled with anger and tears were streaming down his face. How could he not be angry? These were all his own people.

His angry voice rang out: "Bald donkey, none of you will survive!"

"Amitabha, if you dare to talk nonsense here again, I will destroy you."

The old monk narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he became more and more indifferent.

His absolute strength gave him an unparalleled status in the Magpie Kingdom.

It's not a lie, there really was someone looking in the direction of Ashoka, gradually revealing murderous intent.

The old monk sneered. For so many years, Ashoka has always wanted to regain the imperial power. Did he really think that he didn't know?

He had just been taking advantage of the situation. Half of the people in the Magpie King's court were already Buddhists.

"Why on earth are you doing this? You can't win even if you sacrifice human lives!"

Ashoka was really going crazy and didn't understand what the old monk meant.

They had already done nothing to help, and this move only consumed the Qin army's manpower.

But what’s the use?

Those unarmed civilians were turned into meat paste under the trampling of the Qin cavalry, and their bright red blood flowed into the moat.

Ashoka clenched his fist and smashed it hard on the city wall.

The old monk sneered, "You don't need to worry about this. If you dare to surrender again, this will be your burial place today."

Ashoka clenched his fists tightly, feeling extremely aggrieved.

I am afraid that he will be the most cowardly emperor in history and will definitely be laughed at by future generations.

He gritted his teeth and didn't care about anything else. "Pass my order down. Cut a path through. If anyone is blocking the way... kill them all!"

For him, the only hope was to meet Qin Shihuang in person.

"Everyone, last night the old monk did a divination and figured out that Ashoka is a traitor."

"Kill him!" The old monk sneered and gave the order without hesitation.

Ying Zheng and Lin Anlan watched this scene and were speechless.

"Girl, this guy is in such a miserable state, isn't he?"

"Are you sure he is the emperor?"

If Ying Zheng hadn't seen Ashoka wearing the imperial robe, he would have been too scared to believe it.

Lin Anlan shook his head and said, "Buddhism is so powerful that Ashoka is powerless to save the situation."

"This can be considered a lesson. Whether it is faith or military power, it must be controlled by the court."